"Incoming artillery!!!"
Boom!
The shell crashed into the jungle, and T’Challa opened his eyes to find his bodyguard vigorously shaking him.
"...Prince! They’ve co to their senses!"
Boom!
Several artillery blasts overlapped, and T’Challa watched the splattering dirt, his head still not recovered from the concussion caused by the shockwave.
He turned to look beside him—the ground next to the electromagnetic cannon had been blown into a huge crater, exposing much of the spider silk concrete foundation, and the gunner had lost half his body, screaming as he was carried away on a stretcher.
As the Wakandan heir, it was necessary to train physically, learn martial skills, and each warrior of the Royal Guard did likewise, even experiencing combat through missions in several locations across Africa, possibly even stronger in combat than himself.
But at that mont, he realized:
On such a battlefield, many people are not eliminated because of poor martial skills.
It’s just because of bad luck.
He focused on the battle command system, 12 electromagnetic guns all online, only their position had been hit!
The feedback from the drones showed that the artillery strike was fierce but lacked accuracy, and T’Challa was the unluckiest, right at the edge of the strike range.
The bombing range was also moving, obviously the enemy planned to cover the entire jungle with powerful fire and paralyze their artillery positions.
Although he didn’t want to say it, the firepower of the i Army was just that capricious.
Worry filled his bodyguard’s eyes: Who would have thought a royal heir would be on the front lines?
"Prince, you should retreat. We can handle this here!"
T’Challa heard his subordinates’ voices, but his head hadn’t fully recovered from the concussion yet, and the sound of conversation seed stretched out.
He thought of many things, signal interference on the battlefield is two-way: i Country’s warships have radar jamming systems, and their side does too!
The drones flying in the sky didn’t need wireless signals to navigate; perhaps due to their size, they couldn’t attack as many frequencies as shipborne electronic warfare equipnt, but the AI system inside could block the i Army’s unshielded bands.
And more importantly, they could jam satellite signals!
Real-ti positioning had beco quite useless in this war, with huge errors, but Wakanda had solved this problem with the latest drone array, though there was deviation, the information was stable and imdiate.
The enemy has powerful firepower but is essentially shooting blind!
Not only were the warships relying entirely on visual positioning, but their air force and army hadn’t entered the battlefield yet.
Most of the planes from the Truman were covering another battle zone, where the African Union had no garrison at all and might completely fall within a few hours...
T’Challa knew clearly: Now was the best ti to attack!
He must seize this opportunity!
He ca to his senses, shook off his bodyguard’s hand, and looked into the distance: in the sky, ard helicopters and transporters began crossing the coastline, heading straight for the electromagnetic cannon positions.
"We must continue to fire, continue to attack! Hold the position!!" His voice echoed through the helt’s built-in amplifier, "Deploy the drones!!"
[T’Challa: Close enough, deploy the drones!]
[T’Challa: Deploy the drone bombs!]
Roars filled the combat channel. T’Challa was a bit dazed by the explosions, repeating his orders over and over.
But this kind of repetition was far better than freezing in bewildernt.
Hiding along the coast, in the jungle, and among the rocks, the drone transporter trucks all tore off their camouflage. These vehicles were only slightly bigger than a regular armored transporter, with the cargo hold occupying most of the volu.
As the order was issued, the cargo bay rose like missile silos, and if one looked from the front, they could see a blue glow emanating in the rails...
These were the rails for electromagnetic ejection, launching fixed-wing drones loaded with explosives.
[Na: Falcon Drone]
[Carbon Fiber, Armor-piercing Alloy, Full-speed Turboprop, Fixed-wing, Autonomous AI]
[Description: Fixed-wing drone, accelerated by an electromagnetic ejection rail inside the fuselage, locking onto the target then spreading its wings for acceleration, striking target units directly with impact and explosives, particularly effective against armored units]
[Top Speed: 250 kiloters/hour]
[Research and Developnt Lab: Advanced chanical Laboratory]
[Researchers: Lille, Dr. Tums]
[Reward Technology Points: 500]
[Current Technology Points: 14500]
Thump——
Along the coastline, the sound of the ejection was masked by the artillery, as the elongated drones shot out at speeds of 100 kiloters per hour. When the sensors caught the target in the air, the fixed wings fully deployed, and the turboprop engines fired up to their limits!
"What is that?"
Observers on the warship only saw sothing like a swarm of missiles suddenly bursting from the coast...
But where would African paupers get swarm missiles?
Before he could clear his thoughts, the drones rushing into the sky suddenly accelerated, locking onto each transporter approaching the coast!
The drones hit the transporters at a top speed of 250 kiloters per hour, the armor-piercing alloy warhead smashing right into the aircraft fuselage—
Boom!
Explosions nearly happened simultaneously, and the sky turned red with flas.
"What the hell..."
"Soldier, that’s what I’m asking you! What is that thing!"
The captain’s roar startled the observer, who jumped, "I guess... that’s a drone?"
Drones?
The captain chewed on the word: The Gulf War had demonstrated the strength of the i army, leaving enemies to die in baffling bombardnts.
Information warfare beca a focus of study by nations striving to keep up.
As a veteran of the Gulf War, he keenly felt the early signs of the next evolution in warfare...
Those autonomously acting Iron Soldiers, and these... resembling missiles, but evidently more precise and nimble... drones.
Drones would change the future direction of warfare.
Boom!
The entire ship suddenly tilted sharply, and in the room, the captain’s head slamd hard against the wall, resulting in a large gash that bled profusely—
Now was not the ti to write a battlefield thesis; the fight was still ongoing!
"...Damn it, we should counterattack! Command center..."
[Zzt...]
[Forced landing... hiss... provide cover.]
Whoosh——
Dozens of amphibious attack ships sped past the artillery line, following the second wave of ard transporters and helicopters toward the coast!
They were going to make a landing in the face of heavy enemy fire!
On the attack ships and boats, Iron Soldiers aid their weapons at the sky in unison, creating a tallic barrage with the ship’s close defense system to intercept the suicide drones charging at their vessels!
"Damn it... continue the bombardnt!"
After all, it wasn’t they who were moving forward under the barrage of fire.
But he had forgotten sothing: the ship had just rocked violently.
Bang!
A crew mber burst into the room and said in panic, "Captain, our bow has been blown off!"
....
In two minutes’ ti, 72 electromagnetic cannon shots were fired, one destroyer was split in half, and another destroyer was on fire, barely staying afloat, though it looked like it wouldn’t be long before it took another hit.
During the last bombardnt, the electromagnetic cannon beside T’Challa violently exploded, shattering into pieces all over the ground, fortunately not hitting anyone.
But the effect was also quite good.
"Hit!"
Due to the special structure of the electromagnetic projectile, the plasma state of the warhead ensured there was no deviation or incomplete damage upon impact.
The high-temperature warhead’s plasma layer allowed the bullet to easily lt through the outermost armor and rampage inside.
This shot almost completely disabled the cruiser: the ship’s bow-mounted navigation radar and other sensors had been blown to bits!
Two minutes of bombardnt had overheated the gun barrels to the point they needed replacing, and only two drone carriers remained.
Africa didn’t have a sophisticated industrial system, so most of these high-end components were made entirely by hand with skill chips controlled by highly sensitive workers using brain-machine interfaces.
It could be said that each was a labor of love——
Lesser nations replacing high-tech machinery with manual craftsmanship to fabricate precision parts was a common occurrence, with brain-machine interfaces pushed to their limits.
Three drone bomb carriers, each with 30 drones, now had completely expended the drones on one of the vehicles.
More drones must be committed to more critical battlefields.
Perhaps sensing a lull in their firepower, two i Country amphibious attack ships sped up, passing the wreckage of friendly ships and ignoring the soldiers’ cries—
They had only one target: to reach the shore with their nurous, heavily ard Iron Soldiers and completely seize control of the coast.
Moreover, in the sky, ard transporters and helicopters began to cross the line that had just been bombarded by drones.
The outermost drone carrier completed its deploynt and began to retreat, but could they really outrun the planes above?
They were drawing closer and closer.
"Prince, three positions have been hit, and two more have problems with their electromagnetic gun lines..."
The thing most feared on the battlefield had happened: weapon malfunctions.
The Rattlesnake Electromagnetic Cannon had just co out of the laboratory, without even undergoing a full range of tests on the prototype.
Moreover, since most craftsn lacked experience with precision machining and were hastily trained using Skill Chips, who knew what could be the problem with the malfunctioned electromagnetic cannons?
But fortunately, the nuclear reactors buried beneath the soil hadn’t exploded.
"Change the gun barrel!" T’Challa turned and waved his hand at his personal guard, then bent down to pick up the gun barrel——
The recent barrage had luckily not destroyed the electromagnetic gun, although it was slightly warped, and although the gunner and ammunition loader had lost half their bodies...
But they could still fire!
"I said continue the bombardnt!"
Boom!
On the other side of the jungle, the bombardnt raised clouds of dust and flas high into the sky.
The Royal Guard, no longer chatty, moved in unison with the Prince to operate the turret.
But T’Challa thought of sothing:
If the enemy had bombarded this area, it was very likely that their carpet-bombing search wouldn’t target this place again.
Which ant, they might very well survive until the end here.
"But, Prince, how long do we have to hold out..."
"Hold out until the aircraft carrier’s escorts lose all pursuit and cover capabilities, then release the second line of defense drones!
We shall not retreat!!"
Click.
The gun barrel was pushed into the chamber, the chanism locked, and T’Challa grabbed the Magnetic Rail Rifle beside him——
"Fire!"
Boom!
The gunfire from both sides incessantly streaked across the sky, as attack ships and boats charged over a sea littered with wreckage toward the land en masse, firing bullets and missiles to intercept drones aiming at the transport vehicles.
The drones tried to penetrate the tal barrage, with explosions sotis occurring midair and sotis on the attack boats and transporters.
The iron rain flew upwards, downwards toward the sea, and onto the land, all with flas.
The civilians at the harbor had lost the desire to flee, so hugging and crying in fear, others with blank minds, admiring a scene that nature could never conjure.
The sun began to set, and the city skyline appeared increasingly dark amid the continuous explosions.
The African Union had made every effort, but the enemy was too nurous, too strong.
Boom!
Over the harbor, an ard transporter was hit by a drone, burst through the fireball, and crashed to the ground!
The tal beast tumbled and slid on the ground, finally stopping in front of a pile of rubble.
Clank.
The burning tal shell was knocked open by similarly tallic arms...
Bang.
Heavy footsteps announced the successful landing.
[Jarvis: Begin rallying the troops.]
In the unseen sky above, fighter jets also began to take position.
The northern battlefield no longer needed their support.
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